surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Welcome Pain, So Nice to See You Again!
Welcome pain My Dear Friend so nice to see you again! Where have you been all this time? I missed you I missed your steely embrace
Aaron Waddell - The Everyday MysticPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSearching
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSevered Bond
Hovering above, was a shadow. A shadow attached to a solemn soul, But also, to another. Burdened with both, The weight on its shoulders grew,
Haggar BenPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSecond Hand
Abandoned people Lost themselves, in hollow houses wandering existences now marked with pain Visible to the eyes of those who have walked that path
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 months ago in PoetsUiscefhuaraithe
Inspire By Hozier (To someone from a warmer climate) * * Silent tears escape, cascading tender flesh at night learning the things that no-one teaches you
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 months ago in PoetsOpen book, free trial available
Do you ever feel like the bubbly, energetic, joyful energy you exude is perceived by others as an indication of minimal pain endured?
Art of being alone
Once, in a quaint town, lived a woman named Emma who cherished the art of being alone. Far from loneliness, she found solace in solitary moments. Emma spent her weekends wandering through serene landscapes, sketching the beauty around her.
Lincoln VRPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBeyond Settling: A Love Unearthed
On the brink of destiny, a meeting awaits, The reason unfurling at love's open gates. You couldn't settle, the universe knew,
Mubashira KachhotPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWar and peace
In green fields, once we dance and play, Now lie the ruins of a faded day. The drums of war are beating, When armies clash, when nations pray.
Ahamed ThousifPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Abyss of Addiction
When my heaven was dark and so blue When my mother deep down, she knew it was true I found you in the storm and I felt what I desired
J. K. AndersonPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWords and Images
Words and images can move to mute music As Anthi floats flawlessly towards Em Momentarily anacoluthic He forgets the four letters after M
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Wanderer
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in Poets